Sirius Black was about to burst at the seams as he waited for Dumbledore to finish his speech. He had the greatest respect for the Wizard, sure, but he'd restated his same few ideas in a couple different ways now, and Sirius had mischief he was dying to get into. It was the only thing that kept him sane in his old family home. He'd only been stuck in the gloomy old House of Black for two weeks now, but he knew if it were not for the constantly flowing alcohol that someone or another was bringing in, or that he could get into some sort of meddlesome nonsense with his friends.

Finally, and much to the younger wizard's relief, Dumbledore wished all in attendance well and disapperated. Other members of the newly reformed Order of the Phoniex took their departure, some also disapperating, others simply walking out of the old dining room, making small conversation. Sirius sat his ground at the other end of the table from where their leader had stood, waiting. As soon as the bulk of the crowd was cleared out, Sirius stood from his position and slinked his way down several places to come to sit next to his best and oldest friend, Remus Lupin.

"Out with it, then..." Lupin sighs, knowing the look on his friend's face only too well.

"Out with what?" Sirius replies innocently. The werewolf huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Fine. Don't tell me." He picks up the copy of the Daily Prophet from where he'd discarded it to the side to listen to the meeting, and hides himself behind it. He also smiles, knowing how much this small action will annoy the other wizard.

"Moony..." He whines, pushing the paper down from the top. "Don't ignore me. I was only messing."

"Fine." He lays his paper neatly before him. "What has you so giddy?"

"She fancies you." Sirius replies, cutting all pretense from the conversation. Remus snorts, picks up the paper and continues to read the article he'd started. This is the second time Sirius has made such an accusation, and he is honestly more annoyed than anything by it.

"You're mental." Remus replies behind the newsprint.

"Why?" Sirius demands. He knows, of course.

"Sirius, please." He says in a firm voice. He lowers his paper once more to peer from behind it to his friend's warm grey eyes. "Don't."

For the moment, Sirius lets it go. After all, it has been over twelve years of time between them, and Remus has been through things Sirius does not know about, and as far as he knew was not going to be willing to disclose. He stood, walking out of the kitchen dining room.

Sirius ventures upstairs and grabs a crystal decanter full of elvish whiskey, the sort his grandfather had called "The Potionless Truth", due to its tendency to make the drinker reveal things they normally would not. He then stopped in the kitchen adjoining the dining room and takes two glasses from an old dusty cabinet. He re-enters, ignored at first. He turns the glasses up and pours them both half-full.

"When does Dumbles want you to leave?" He asks, his voice a bit sadder than before when he'd been trying to talk. Remus carefully folds his paper, laying it next to him on the table. He turns his whiskey up and downs it in one shot.

"Tomorrow afternoon. The moon just passed, it will calmer to join them now." He answers, rubbing his temples where his hair is starting to grey far before its time. Sirius sighs.

"And you're sure this is safe?" Sirius presses.

"It's necessary." He replies, pouring himself a second glass.

"And if they kill you?" Sirius asks, worried now. He'd been so glad to have his old friend back, but the signs of depression in the man were overpowering. He was scared, often, to leave him alone; and was forever glad he'd at least accepted his invitation to stay with him at Grimauld when he was in London. Remus simply shrugged and downed the second glass.

"You've survived worse." He replied, rising from the table, signaling his exit from the conversation. Sirius shot down the rest of his own glass and laid his head on the table, heart aching.


At a hotel on the outskirts of London, a young woman sat behind the desk, head propped in her hands, nodding off to sleep. She had dark circles marking her lovely olive skin. Her chestnut hair had once been neatly pulled back into a bun was now falling down in her face. The storm of summer rumbling overhead did nothing for her drowsiness, so she slipped, mouth slightly agape, giving in to the call of sleep long lost.

That is, of course, until the night watchmen came 'round. He noticed her gently slumber and knocked on the desk. "Oi," the older gent called, smiling behind his grey-white beard. "You alright then, lass?" He ask.

"I have a four year old..." She started, yawing, "Who occasionally, lets say about once a month, decides to stay awake for about three days in a row." She explained, careful with her words. "He wears me down."

"Well, ye shift'er nearly done. Maybe he'll sleep tonight." The watchmen, Craig, she suddenly remembered, commented. "Night shift well be in soon enough now."

"Yeah, maybe." She shifted, stretching.

"What did ye say yer name was, lass?" He ask, propping himself on the counter.

"Er- Amelia." She replied.

"Yer boy's pa not help when he be up raising a ruckus?" He asked, Amelia closed her eyes and sighed. It was always the 'well meaning' older ones who had this sort of question.

"He doesn't have one. It's just us." She gave a weak smile, then moved the mouse on the computer before her, pretending to be busy so he'd drop it, which he did after a moment.

Amelia Cartlee sighed. She didn't want to seem rude, but taking on a third job was hard enough, and she wouldn't have even considered it if the bakery she'd primarily worker in had not cut her hours so sharply. But she had to make up the income, and a friend worked at the hotel, and knew that evenings a week they needed an extra to mind the desk, check customers in. So she took it.

It was growing exhausted though, trying to keep it all going. She idly flipped open her day planner, checking her shifts for the rest of the week. She jumped when the phone rang. "Perry Town Inn?" She said into the phone.

'Miss Cartlee?' the voice on the other end of the phone called. Amelia recognized the voice of her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Tubbart.

"Mrs. Tubbart?" She said, confused.

"Yes, dear. It's me." She said. The older woman sounded scared. "I hate to bother you at work, darling, but there are lights inside your house. Like someone has broken in..." Amelia's heart stopped. She was forever thankful that her friend Saraya, who was watching her son for the evening, had him at her house with her and her children. "I wasn't spying, see, but I had let my little Trixie out for a night-night loo in the grass and-"

"Mrs. Tubbart, have you by any chance called the authorities?" She ask quickly, interrupting her neighbor.

"Well, that is why I'm calling, dear. I know our area is mixed bag of muggles and wizard, so I wasn't sure who-"

"The bobbies will be sufficient. I'll call. Thank you so so much, Mrs. Tubbart."

Her heart was pounding as she held down the receiver button to end the call so she could make another. She called down to the local station and ask if a possible patrol officer could stop by and check out the area, and they agreed. After she'd hung up the phone with the police operator, she redialed the phone once more to Saraya and explained the situation. Saraya explained her husband had just gotten home and was totally okay with keeping the children so she could come over and meet the officers with Amelia. She sighed with relief as she ended the last call and the night shift for the desk came in the door. She skipped giving any small talk with the other woman, and simply gave a short report of the shift before hurrying out and around the corner, disapperating to Saraya's home with a soft 'pop'.

"Mummy!" The sound came from the other side of the kitchen, and the padding of small bare feet followed. She soon had the wind knocked out of her as her small, sandy-blond blur of a son jumped into her arms.

"Were you good for RayRay and Thomas?" She ask, placing a kiss on the boy's forehead.

"He always is..." Thomas, Saraya's husband answered. But he himself looked a little tired. Amelia simply smiled. She had thanked them over and over for being willing to help her.

"Still high energy, I see." She said, tickling him.

"Its actually more of an act. He had mentioned he was getting sleepy." Saraya said, coming around the corner, rain jacket it hand. Amelia sat her son back on the ground and he began to whine the second his feet hit the floor.

"Are you two sure you're alright? Maybe you ladies should stay here and let me go meet the detective?" Thomas offered. Saraya rolled her eyes.

"We'll pop over and back." She said, laughing.

"I'm sure it was just some misguided soul who didn't realize how poor I was until they decided to try to rob me." Amelia agreed, joining the laughter. "We'll be right back." At her feet, Amelia felt where her son had sat on her feet and wrapped around her legs.

"No go." He pouted.

"Its just a few more minutes, August. Please don't be upset." She soothed, stroking his hair.

"Promise?" He whined. She laughed and ruffled the hair she'd just smoothed down.

"I do." She scooped him up for a quick kiss on the cheek and handed him to Thomas, before she and Saraya dissapperated together.


The door to her small rental home was cracked open, the police officer propped along beside the door, waiting. Amelia closed her eyes and swallowed as she and Saraya came up the stairs. They'd disapperated into a nearby clearing that many in the village of magical heritage use for the same purpose, and walked to her house so to not disturb the cop.

"Which one o' you ladies is the tenant?" He ask.

"That would be me." Amelia said quietly. Saraya squeezed her hand.

"I won' lie to ye, Miss," The man stated, blowing air forcefully through his nose. "T'ain't pretty in there."

"Waa-" She pushed past the man, who made no real effort to stop her. He seemed almost annoyed to be there. But she did agree, as soon as she was in the front door. There were smashed pieces of glass everywhere, furniture was overturned. Pictures were ripped from the walls.

"I can stay 'round, if it makes you feel safer, but you'll be the only one who'd be knowin' if anything were missing." The detective said, walking in. Amelia snorted. To her, he seemed either entirely sleepy, or drunk. "Ye can file a report on any missin' belongings."

"Thank you, I think we have it..." Saraya said, smiling in a bitter, sour sort of way. The man shrugged and sauntered off.

"Fat lot of good he was." Amelia said, gently dusting off a picture of herself holding August as a newborn. Saraya looked sadly at her friend, the took her wand from the inner pocket of her raincoat and waved it, causing the mess to start flying away from the floor. Pictures went back in their frames, glasses and vases pieced themselves back together and returned back to their shelves.

"I don't understand." She said, moving from the living room/kitchen area of her small home and into her bedroom. The mess was similar there, and she used her own wand to right the damage. Then she moved to her son's room. Saraya ran in behind her when she heard her wand clatter to the floor. On the wall above August's bed were the words 'YOU KNOW HE BELONGS WITH US', carved into the drywall. Nothing else in his room was out of place.

"Am?" Saraya laid a hand on her best friend's shoulder, waving her wand and removing the message from the wall.

"They found him. How is that possible?" She whispered, her voice cracking on the edge of tears.

"The pack?" Saraya ask, and Amelia nodded. "Why-"

"He wants kids. He usually bites them, but born Lycans are stronger than bit werewolves. He aims to raise an army." She said, sinking to the floor. Saraya sat down beside her.

"We'll help you..." She offered. Amelia shook her head.

"You already do too much." She sighed.

"Thomas has a friend, who knows some people. I think they can help." She offered her hand, and Amelia took it and together they disapperated back to Saraya's home.


So-

You ever find a fic and just LOVE the plot but it is from like... 2014 and the author isn't active anymore? I had read this fic about a similar plot a few back, and had wanted it to continue so much but I even reached out to the author but no good. That was last year. The account isn't even up anymore :(

So, no, this plot itself is not my idea. But I only took the simple basis. I changed every other detail, and made it my own. I hope you all enjoy it!